Louis doesn't remember his whole entire life, He's just been going along with what his friends and family have been telling him. Its almost like a part of him was missing.. He finally starts to wonder more into it after watching a curly haired brunette walk into his life.. again.
Was Originally: My parents sold me, to my dead brother new best friend. My brother disappeared when I was eight, after a while we just assumed that he was dead. On my eighteenth birthday my life fell apart as my dead brother turned out to be not dead at all. What's worse was that my parents did something that I will...
"It's hard letting go. I'm finally at peace but it feels wrong." {Under going editing. It's being rewritten from the beginning, grammatical errors are being fixed. Should be completely edited and polished by December}